Way to the Jungle 04

It was the a place that Grace had never been to. The trees here has branches like crazy hair, showing the difference with those sharp-edged trees in the woods. Between the curvy canes, it shows some tiny dots of green. Bits by bits, like shiny stars in the sky, having the branches which slightly tangle, to be the darkness that swallows the sky silently. Every trees there, are different. You can just tell it by the different songs they sing. The melody is different, and so is the rhythm. But songs are magical things, as they are part of music. See how the trumpet mixes with the cello, or how the flute mixes with the drums. Seeming so different things, they cooperate so well. Like magic.

“Grace! Are you okay?” It was Anne shouting outside the wall, with her heart bumping hard, and legs stamping on the ground.

Getting enchanted, Grace didn’t even hear Anne’s voice. Her curious eyes scanned every corner of the jungle. The vines there would never spin around the trees. Maybe there are rules for them to follow, Grace thought. If there are any, it would be good, to prevent trees being choked to death. Anne had loved a tree outside Grace’s house so much, but it was dead being choked by vines. If only there were rules for plants, she thought, or maybe I should make up one for them. And the first rule, is that the vines are not allowed to bind the trees. But, is it neccessary to make up a rule? Everything has rules, she knew. The movement of the stars are controlled by rules. But if there is no rules for stars, would they crash? How about people? Couldn’t people go wherever they want to go, do whatever they want to do?

“Grace!”

“Yes… What?”

Gasps she heard. Dead silence for a minute. Then Anne spoke.

“How do you plan to get out?”

“Get out? The adventure has just started!”

“But you couldn’t stay here forever!”

Silence again. This time it remained for two minutes.

“Why don’t you come in too, Anne?” Grace said carefully.

“But… I’m scared!”

“Don’t be scared. Just hold the braches, then step on the bud. Try, Anne.”